Demon Hunter and His Hut

what happened?

Veronia shook her head, Why did I feel that Martha was weird just now.

Roger and the girl walked side by side.

If it's not necessary, you should at least reduce your contact with that Masha in the future. I feel strange energy fluctuations in her, although I can't tell the difference.

But that woman is obviously not an ordinary person.

You mean...?

Veronia soon understood something.

She used some kind of spell on me just now? Veronia shook her head and shuddered a little. She had already given birth to a bit of retreat in her heart.

However, he carefully observed Roger's expression, seeing that the latter did not say anything, he sighed in his heart, and silently suppressed the thought.

She always felt safer with Roger anyway.

Walking into the hall, the room was brightly lit. All the guests were divided into two rows of men and women under the guidance of the waiter and led into the dark room at the back.

There they will complete the disguise, and then re-enter the venue where the masquerade will be held. Veronia's unease becomes stronger and stronger, she hesitates, and walks to Roger.

The atmosphere here is very depressing. I want to leave immediately. How about you, come with me?

Veronia's voice had a hint of anticipation. She took the initiative to hold Roger's hand, and her little finger scratched lightly in Roger's palm. This subtle hint was self-evident.

You didn't seize the opportunity last time. Are you going to reject me again today?

Roger was condescending, looking down his deep V red evening gown.

All in all.

At a different time and place, he might not mind reminiscing and chatting with old friends.

But not today.

Taking advantage of the crowd, it was the best time for him to get to know this manor.

Roger shook his head slightly.

It's really inconvenient today.

Veronia's disappointment was fleeting.

All right.

She approached Roger and whispered an address in the latter's ear.

My door is always open for you...

Veronia smiled.

Roger nodded, Let's go, I'll take you out of the manor first.

Roger took Veronia out of the hall, and an attendant stopped them at the door, but after asking the specific reason, he didn't say much, and let the two walk to the parking lot.

Starting the car, the red Ferrari slowly left the manor along the road down the mountain.

Roger stood at a high place and watched Veronia's car taillights go away. He didn't turn around and walked towards the hall again until he was sure that Veronia had left the manor.

Where's my lovely Veronia?

A voice came from the darkness.

Martha walked slowly with a glass of wine in her hand, Are you too tired to rest upstairs?

He looked at Roger recklessly, You look strong, tsk tsk...

From this woman's gaze, Roger saw a little hunger and greed.

Is this your outfit for tonight?

He did not continue the topic, but pointed to a new cutout evening dress for Martha.

Small broken diamonds are inlaid on the clothes, and the hollow patterns are attached to the surface of the skin, looming in the dim light.

In all fairness, this woman is really good at picking clothes.

Giggle!

Martha burst into laughter.

Hmm, really trembling.

Remember my clothes, and come to me after the dance starts...

After speaking, she chuckled and left with a glass of wine.

Roger frowned.

Without the spiritual fluctuations of witches, nor the blood of warlocks, it is even more impossible for witchers, exorcists or psychics?

The characteristics displayed by this Martha are very different from the extraordinary professions that Roger is exposed to.

But seeing this woman, he is more confident in his next actions.

There must be some secret hidden in this manor, and this secret may have something to do with the Stuart family back then.

Enter the hall again.

After this period of delay, there were not too many people left in the hall, and Roger walked into one of the rooms under the guidance of the waiter.

The room was only about a dozen square meters, and there was a soft sofa against the wall, and there was a monitor on the table next to it, which displayed all the decorative items that Roger could choose.

He flipped through it carefully, and there were countless rich materials. As long as the corresponding items were selected, the prepared props would be sent to the room through the elevator in at most one minute.

Various decorations can be screened, but only the mask worn on the face cannot be changed after selection.

And every mask is unique.

Just when Roger was making a choice, on the other side, Martha turned a corridor with a glass of wine. After turning a corner, her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

There was a dim red light in the dim corridor, and the light reflected dimly on Martha's face, except for the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the wooden floor.

The wisps of gasps in the corridors burrowed into his brain little by little.

Pushing open the door, a tall man sat on the sofa with his back to Martha.

This man has loose blond hair, and the color of his hair is not pure, it is a somewhat obscure dark gold.

From the back, only the shoulders and neck of the man can be seen rising like a mountain.

How are you preparing?

There are several suitable candidates.

By the way, the people from the Knights came to check here, but they have been sent away by me.

Martha pouted, stepped forward and hugged the man's neck from behind.

In order to deal with those guys, I suffered a big loss, you said...

How to compensate me?

Ha ha.

The man smiled, You are always so greedy.

A face came to mind, and Martha thought about it but didn't say a word. It seemed to be a delicious prey that she might be able to eat secretly.

Get ready, we'll be on stage in a while.

The man stood up, and at his feet were two shivering women, their eyes were sluggish, and their bodies were not even an inch. They were obviously confused, but they still instinctively rushed to fear.

He turned to look at Martha.

Even though she has faced it countless times, every time she sees this face, Martha is still terrified.

The man's entire face was dug out, and in the sunken part, there were densely stacked sharp teeth!

Where's my face?

The man grunted.

He looked around, stepped to the wall, and removed a bone mask from it.

click!

The face and the mask fit together perfectly. After the clear sound, the two merged into one. When the man turned his head again, what appeared in front of Masha was a delicate and handsome face.

No flaws can be seen from any angle.

Okay, we can leave.

The man waved to Martha, and when he walked to the door, the shadow under the light suddenly climbed up the man's ankle like a living thing.

Pushing the door open, he had already put on an exquisite evening dress.

Two muffled groans came from the room, and the body of the woman who was paralyzed on the ground melted and seemed to be eaten by the room.

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